I'm coming up my block and I see some baggy panted, hoodied homeboy parked in MY driveway. His car hood is up. "Excuse me, is there a problem?" I ask, quite politely considering he's parked in my fucking driveway.

"Yeah, I got a problem. I'm trying to jump my car. Is THAT a problem?""It is when you're doing it in my driveway.""Oh well, EXCUSE ME!" He says all stink-like.And then he tries to stare me down. Oh no, nigga. I will cut you!

No I won't. But I did pull out my cell phone and started dialing. He jumped in his supposed non-working car and pulled out of my driveway. Good thing he had no idea I've got no minutes on my phone.

P.S. I tried to post this on Facebook, but I apparently talk too much. Everything I try to post on FB is too long. Fuck FB!

Oh, he was jumping his car. The car he was jumping was parked on the street, the car he was using to start his car was parked in my driveway. And I think he was pissed that he had to jump his car but that's no reason to get all funky with me. I had a bad day too.

He coulda stayed in my driveway, all he had to do was not be such a dick.